Paper Girl_The Empty-Full Wild_Mother Nature - The Story of A Serial Killer_Hansi
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Paper Girl
Once upon a time there lived a girl made out of paper. She had puzzled her village when she was born, but over time they realised she was just like any other child, apart from one curious quirk. Paper Girl did not hold a memory, and she would forget everything every morning she woke up. To remedy this, Paper Girl’s mother lovingly painted colourful patterns on her daughter. She would explain what each pattern meant, and every morning when Paper Girl awoke, confused and scared, she would look at her colourful patterns and remember everything. Before long, Paper Girl was covered in intricate pat...
The Empty-Full Wild
Some peoplewww.onedoor.cc said it was the best thing to ever happen to mankind. Others called it The Catastrophe. How mnemonic. I found it kind of humorous that the people who believed that The Catastrophe will have the best impact on our planet, were the same people whose lives had been insured long before it even happened, living in air-conditioned metal shacks, eating processed food while others, like us, can starve and die of heat stroke.Why?Because we were unlucky. We were unlucky prior to The Catastrophe, so we shall remain unlucky forever. I just hate how we could’ve noticed what was happening, but w...
Mother Nature - The Story of A Serial Killer
This story contains sex and violence.---I don't think fuck, or any other derivative of that monumental word, should be changed to duck when I finger-bang my passion into a text. If I ask a man to come over, we're not going to duck anything. So.Also: Do you know that ducks take part in forced copulation? Biologists and other smart-ass-types say that ducks waddle in a line because it makes them less suspectable to predators. They say the waddle also helps them forage for food. But I think they do it because back at the duck pond, the male ducks waddle their way into organized gang rapes of the f...
Hansi
"I will go and have a look in the field. I think I had forgot to remove the stone," Sarpanch says."Now, it is raining heavily. The lightining is occuring. Let it be," his wife says as the lightning strikes."The crops will be of no use till morning. I will come back in a hour."Sarpanch reach his field. The big rock was blocking the way of water. He rush toward it. The weight was too heavy for his age. He try one more time. The rock landed on his feet. He cries, the blood from his feet make the water blood red. He fell into the field, his clothes fully drenched. A lightining occurs. "Aren't you ...